Page 73 of Unrivaled Love
"Ready for what? To get off?" I roll my hips up seeking more of her because I can still feel her body fluttering.
"Well, yeah. I just promised you another BJ." Jo sounds a little confused and I try not to laugh.
"You can absolutely keep that promise Killer, but I can also make sure you're taken care of at the same time."
"But, I wanted to make you feel good." And now she almost sounds sad.
"Baby, I do. I feel fucking incredible." I brush my hands over her hair that has loosened from the tie holding it back. It’s wet from our dunk in the lake and I like how it looks darker than usual right now.
"But, I do too." Jo’s eyes meet mine and my breath catches. She’s simply stunning.
"That's how it's supposed to work." I can't help the little laugh that comes out now. Jo’s face is fractured with concern. And, maybe I’ve read this all wrong. She’s a competitive, driven person. I run my fingers downher spine as I school my features. If she needs something else from me, I will figure out how to give it to her. "If you're into edging or denial, I'll admit it's new to me, but I can get on board with whatever you want."
"I want to make you feel good." She repeats.
"You can do whatever you want to me, anytime, as long as you don't keep score."
Her eyes connect with mine now and I smile. Her grin is almost wicked as she lifts off of me and leans forward to whisper in my ear.
"Where's the fun in that?" She taunts as she skates her nails down my body.
When she stands, I study the view of my release sliding out of her pussy. Fuck, I like the idea of leaving myself inside her.
I pull her into the tent, using another towel to dry off her shoulders; following the line of her sports bra tan. I lay down on some cushions I brought out here from the house. Turns out air mattress pumps need electricity.
We settle in and Jo rolls her chest into mine. I have to check that her tits didn’t light a brush fire on my skin. I am flooded with warmth and heat and chills all at once. She inches down my body leaving kisses in her wake and the feather light touch of her finger tips is overwhelming but also not enough.
Before Jo can get started with whatever she's planning, I reach down and pull her up to me. Normally my refractory period is pretty quick, ten, fifteen minutes tops, but with all the stress lately I'm worried I won't be able to get it up again for her so soon.
"I'm going to need a minute Killer, let's cuddle."
"Cuddle?"
"Yeah Jo," I laugh. "Don't you cuddle after sex?"
"I kick boys out after sex." She says with a smile.
Somehow I knew Jo approached hookups like everything else in her life. Maximized for efficiency. I'm going to change that.
"Well, not today, come here."
When Jo leans into me I can feel the tension in her body. She has no idea what to do here.
I'll admit the hookups I've had over the years have also been about maximizing efficiency but usually the girls are the ones to cuddle up to me. I learned I loved it.
And now that I have Jo in my arms I want to spend as many moments of my life wrapped up with her as possible.
She shifts and lets out a sigh. "Jo?"
"Hmm?" She hums as she wiggles again.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Umm, I don't know."
I tilt my chin down to look at her. Her brow is creased in concentration as she kind of shimmies her shoulders.
"Is it the ground? We can go back to the house."
